Chapter 3：

third chapter

In the morning of the next day, Li Cheng doubled and slapped forgiveness + Catino novel website www.novelhall.com

When he arrived, half of the first class had started, and the teacher was writing swiftly and generously on the blackboard.

When other students are late, they must carefully walk around the classroom through the back door without being noticed. But Li Cheng walked away from the front door carelessly, and the teacher couldn't help him, and asked him to return to his seat quickly without seeing and worrying.

Before Li Cheng (fart pi) sat hot, the beta guys in the front row turned their heads and looked at him with respect.

Li Cheng was frightened by the row of hot eyes and asked, "Why do you guys (gan)?"

Little Brother A smiled and stretched out his thumb: "Brother Li, awesome!"

Li Cheng:?

Li Cheng pretended to be calm and asked, "Then tell me, where am I?"

Brother B: "Don't be humble, the incident last night was spread throughout the school!"

Li Cheng was at a loss, what did he do last night? He was so tired after training last night that he fell back (sleeping Shui), and didn't even have time to do the daily tasks in the game.

Without waiting for him to continue to ask, the younger brother C has already told his heroic deeds.

"Someone rushed to Wei Rong at the hospital last night! He has a bruised nose and swollen face, walking limping, with a bandage hanging on his arm!" The younger brother Bingmei Fei (Lose) Wu, using his careful thinking to reason out the truth. "Brother Li must have done it! That guy, toad-mao wants to eat swan (meat rou), you've long seen him not pleasing to your eyes! He asked you to meet at the school gate last night, and you went to the meeting alone. He was beaten to the ground, wailing, waiting to be fed, and finally punched the country! Beat him directly into the hospital so that he would never harass you again, right?"

Li Cheng: "..."

Li Cheng:?

Li Cheng cleared his throat in embarrassment. He wanted to clarify, but he turned a corner when he looked at the admiration of the younger brothers.

He waved his hand with a casual attitude: "Okay, do you still need to promote this kind of mosquito-big thing?"

Brother smacked: "That's an alpha!"

Li Cheng didn't care: "What's wrong with alpha? Wei Rong's kind of stuff (color), I can beat him down with just one hand."

"Brother Li is really a hero!"

"Okay, low-key, go to self-study and self-study." Li Cheng was impatient with a little bit of pride, "By the way, I think you have made rapid progress in Chinese recently, and your idioms are pretty good."

Li Cheng never attended class. He lay on the table and pondered all morning, but he didn't figure out which kind person Wei Rong was in the hospital.

But it didn't matter, Li Cheng didn't bother him for a day or two. Someone sent him a ride for Tianxingdao, and Li Cheng was happy.

I hope that this time, Wei Rong can be honest for a while and stop harassing him.

...

At the same time, the third grade teaching building.

Xiao Yiheng opened the exercise book and was about to pick up a pen. He heard the girls in the class chatting and sharing gossip.

"Have you watched the campus network?" The girl exclaimed, "The very famous omega Licheng in the second year of high school, at the school gate last night, punched an alpha chasing him into the hospital!!"

Xiao Yiheng: "..."

Xiao Yiheng:?

Who? Who fought?

...

High school subjects are heavy, and the three minor subjects of music, physical education, and fine arts are the battlegrounds for all major teachers.

Every Monday, the main subject teachers will squeeze in front of the class schedule and pretend to ask: "Class schedule, class schedule, let me see which lucky associate teacher was sick this week?"

Only in the second grade (13) class—that is, the class where Li Cheng is in—the associate teacher is never "sick".

No way, who would let Li Cheng be the school bully, who would dare to deprive him of his body sound?

With his aura, the students in the second grade (13) class can have three minor subjects a week.

This day is Wednesday, and there is an art class in the afternoon.

The art teacher Qiu Xian is an omega. She was pregnant for eight months. She was delicate and weak and could not work for a long time. So in recent weeks, she has been teaching them to paint still life-just put a few bottles on the table. With just a banana, each student has a paintbrush and a drawing board, so they can stay honestly for a whole class.

She also knew that this group of children did not come to art class to learn to paint at all, but to relax, chat, play with mobile phones, and talk about love in secret, so every time she went to class, she kept a blind eye. One eye, as long as the students don’t tear down the classroom, they can do whatever they want.

Qiu Xian set up her drawing board in the corner of the studio, spread out the drawing paper, and drew her own painting quietly.

After a while, a pair of shiny eyes appeared above the drawing board.

"Teacher Qiu!" Li Cheng asked with blond hair like a little lion, with a smiley face, "Let's have a discussion? Every time in class, I ask everyone to draw those rotten bananas. Everyone is tired of painting."

Qiu Xian asked him: "If you don't paint still life, what should you paint?"

Li Cheng said, "Draw people!"

Qiu Xian thought for a while and agreed: "It's okay. There are still a few plaster figures in the cabinet, you can move them out..."

"No, no, no, I mean—" Li Orange stretched out a finger to point to his nose, "—paint a ‘person’, a living person."

Only then did Qiu Xian understand what he was going to do. She laughed: "You want to be a model? Let everyone paint you?" This kid is too narcissistic. "When you are a model, you have to sit there and not move. Can you sit still?"

"Why can't you sit still?" Li Cheng raised an eyebrow, "Don't underestimate me!"

So in this way, the class work of art class in the second grade (13) changed from a bottle of fruit to a banana to a big living person.

Li Chengyi (fart pi) sat on the chair in the middle, with his legs crossed carelessly, with his arms crossed (chest xiong), posing a self-confessed handsome look, and said to the students: "Come on, you paint !"

He didn't ask other students if they would paint him. He is a school tyrant, and his opinion is everyone's opinion!

So the students exchanged helpless eyes, picked up the paintbrush, and began to rack their brains to smear Li Cheng on the drawing paper.

But they are not specialties in fine art, so they can paint a still life crookedly. How can they be able to paint people?

When Li Cheng was tired from sitting and walking with his hands behind his back and walking down to inspect, he saw sheets of drawing paper with strangely shaped and crooked melons.

Li Cheng: "..."

Li Cheng thought, could it be because I misunderstood my looks? But I remember that the person in the mirror was neither cross-eyed nor stubborn. With such a square face, is it me or SpongeBob?

By the way, the beta brothers also held those abstract portraits and asked him to comment, and asked him doglegally: "Brother Li, what do you think?"

Brother Li feels very bad.

Without waiting for Li Cheng to lose his temper, Qiu Xian caught him and asked, "Why is there a model like you? It took me a few minutes before I lost my account?"

Li Cheng didn't dare to quarrel with the art teacher who was pregnant with Liujia, and muttered in a low voice, "Who can hold on to sitting motionless for so long?"

Qiu Xian smiled: "Someone can hold on."

After that, Qiu Xian turned around and took out a stack of drawing papers from the cabinet, and handed it to him: "This is a sketch of a character drawn by Class 1 in the third grade."

Li Cheng was shocked: "Can I still take art classes in high school?"

Qiu Xian: "School bully classes have privileges, and learning bully classes naturally also have privileges."

Schoolmaster: "..."

Li Cheng scolded and took the sketches of the characters in his heart, and looked down.

The same figure is drawn on the drawing paper cut into 16 pieces one by one.

——The young man sits at the window with his white shirt tucked into his sleeves and a book in his hands. He watched very attentively, and the breeze blew through the tips of his hair, but failed to call his attention.

The schoolmasters in the schoolmaster class are versatile, and they draw character sketches to look good. The five senses of that boy are carefully carved with each pencil, his eyes, his lips, his angular jaw, his Adam's apple, his evenly-stopped fingers...

Li Cheng flipped through the sketches. The pictures are put together to form a complete person in the painting.

At that moment, Li Cheng seemed to be hit by something in his heart, very heavy and light.

He cleared his throat and asked, "Teacher Qiu, who is this?"

Qiu Xian: "Huh? Don't you know him?"

Li Cheng didn't like to hear these words. He hummed, "Chee, should I know him? Why doesn't he come to know me?"

Qiu Xian smiled: "He is Xiao Yiheng, a senior in high school, and a man in our school. But the year you enrolled, he went abroad to exchange and study, and only came back this semester."

Li Cheng thought, a man of the world? How can it be? Can you be better than yourself?

He vaguely remembered that there were many trophies on the display rack in the principal's office. The name of the highest row of trophies seemed to be "Xiao Yiheng".

For this matter, Li Cheng went to Principal Xu to make trouble and asked him, "Who is Xiao Yiheng? I have more trophies than him. Why don't I put my trophy in the first row? Why is he in me? Up?"

How could Xu Wanli say at that time?

Oh, Xu Wanli seems to say: "He is a senior, and senior should be above the junior."

Huh!

What kind of brother Spicy Chicken, it goes with him?

Thinking of this, Li Cheng stared at the thick pile of portrait paintings, the more he looked at it, the more unpleasant it became. As for the unbalanced heartbeat at that moment, he also attributed it to an illusion.

...

After school, Teacher Qiu Xian was holding her pregnant belly and struggling to clean the art classroom.

Nowadays, more and more omegas choose artificial sub-gongs to create new small lives in the cultivation cabin through technological means. Omegas who insist on having a baby like her are very rare.

She thinks this is a rare experience, she can get closer to her baby when she is pregnant in October. However, the inconvenience caused by pregnancy is too much.

Just like now, it was very difficult for her to bend down and lift a plaster statue on the ground.

"Teacher Qiu, sit down and rest, let me come." A male voice sounded.

Xiao Yiheng walked quickly into the classroom, first helped Qiu Xian to sit aside, and then helped her to tidy up the plaster statues on the floor and put them in the cabinet one by one.

After sitting down, Qiu Xian hammered her sore and sore legs and sighed, "Student Xiao, thank you for helping me."

Xiao Yiheng said: "It should be. But I want to thank the teacher for lending me the art classroom to paint."

Apart from Qiu Xian, almost no one knew that Xiao Yiheng was talented in painting.

In the beginning, he just wanted to find a quiet place to read, and the art classroom had tables and chairs and few students came over, making it the best resting area.

By chance, he picked up the paintbrush with Qiu Xian's encouragement-Qiu Xian was surprised to find that Xiao Yiheng has a natural perception of Yan (color)!

He played with every light and dark light, and he easily grasped those (color) colors.

He never thinks about "how to draw here", as long as he writes down, it is a landscape.

Qiu Xian cherishes his talents and teaches each other.

But at the same time, she is a pity that an alpha like Xiao Yiheng has written his future. He will win more academic competition trophies, enter the top universities, and study the highest and newest technology... For him, painting will always be It can only be an interest to cultivate sentiment (fuck cao).

Xiao Yiheng didn't know what Teacher Qiu was thinking. He has always been reticent, and after quietly cleaning the classroom, he moved out his easel from the corner.

A painting often takes a long time to draw, so he will come to draw for a while after class every day. He just finished a work a few days ago and entrusted Qiu Xian to send it to the gallery for consignment.

He set up the easel, set the picture frame, and began to draft.

Qiu Xian asked him, "What do you want to paint on this picture?"

Xiao Yiheng replied: "Draw (fuck cao) the sunset on the field."

Qiu Xian: "Are you still reluctant to paint portraits?"

From the first time when Xiao Yiheng took the pen, he has never painted a portrait except for plaster. This is very strange.

Xiao Yiheng did not answer directly, but instead asked, "Teacher, why did you bring up this matter again?"

Qiu Xian said, "I corrected the portrait assignments in your class a few days ago. It's worthy of being a master class. Classmates generally draw well, but I still want to see you draw yourself."

Xiao Yiheng was helpless: "I am not so narcissistic."

Speaking of narcissism, Qiu Xian smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I also drew portraits in the second year of high school. The model is Li Cheng, you should have heard of him? He insisted that all the classmates paint him. unwilling."

Xiao Yiheng: Has he recently committed Licheng with the Five Elements? How can I hear the name wherever he goes?

"I've heard of him." I just never saw him. Xiao Yiheng was a little curious about the looks of the school bully, and asked, "Can I see the homework of their class?"

Qiu Xian readily agreed.

She got up and took out the second grade (13) homework from the shelf and handed it over.

Xiao Yiheng looked down at the drawing paper.

——A portrait on the top, with eyes like brass bells, big ears, eyebrows like green onions, a strange face, grinning teeth, and a bunch of horizontal (flesh).

Xiao Yiheng: "..."

Xiao Yiheng thought, this campus bully, looks quite ingenious.